Raid on Rommel Page #2

How much? - Maybe I'll make a deal

with you if you play your cards right.

It's a Swiss watch. - That's right.

- How much do you want for it?

How much?

Spread out!

Stay there!

Foster, you goddamn boy scout!

My God, help!

Too bad about the radio, sir. - Yes.

Make up a burial detail

and post a guard over the prisoners.

Do you know of the Geneva Convention

concerning treatment of prisoners?

There's more to the Africa Corps

than uniform, much more.

You all will be shot as spies!

I wish I could shoot you myself!

You won't be buried, Superman.

We'll leave you for the vultures.

The burned-out truck is hopeless.

The others are ready to roll.

Feed the men.

- The Germans too, sir? - Yes.

I haven't found any papers, sir.

- I've got them. - Are they in order?

Official passage for British prisoners

with Africa Corps escort to Tobruk.

MacKenzie...

- Sir?

We're a long way from our lines.

Let's get going. Now.

There's been a change of plan.

- Change of plan?

The radio has been blown to bits

so we stick to our original operation.

The next step is an airdrop

of weapons and explosive devices.

Do you propose to raid Tobruk with

a hospital unit and 4 sick commandos?

No, I'm going to blow up their guns.

The device involved

could be carried in your medical kit.

But the delivery requires men.

The truth is it's a suicide mission!

No. The Navy picks us up.

I've no more desire to die than you.

What about them?

They remain here.

- Alive.

Here comes our supply drop!

Look sharp, lads! On the double!

Cut those supplies loose

and bury the chutes. Hurry it up!

Here's some more, fellows!

Get moving! Get over here!

Get a move on now,

we haven't got all blooming night!

Get them in, cowboys!

I give you my word, alright?

What about the girl?

- She stays with us.

She's an integral part of the convoy.

On the official bill of lading.

She's yours, Doctor. All yours.

- Mine?

I don't care if you cut out her

tongue. She's your responsibility.

But the prisoners live.

- Alright. Deal.

Right lads. Over the side.

You grip the rope with the right hand

and pay it out with the left.

Hold it tight but let it out slowly.

Easy does it. Pay attention,

your life depends on it.

You're not rolling pills now.

We'll teach you how to be Commandos.

Careful.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine...

Listen carefully. This weapon can

hurt you as much as the enemy.

This cylinder contains Napalm,

the other contains compressed air.

You release it by pulling this valve.

The air comes up here.

You pull the trigger. And here

is a thing called an "increment. "

This thing spins around and

operates like a cigarette lighter.

Don't get forward!

Never get in front of the machine!

Hold it up away from you. Put your

finger on the trigger. And press!

I'd hate to lead them into

a real brannigan at this point.

But they're better than I expected

and, well, we'll play it by ear.

Silence. Quiet.

Quiet. Silence. You know silence?

- Silence.

What about that girl?

- She's going to be difficult.

She's unpredictable, sir.

- He's right.

We'll run into Nazis in 100 miles. If

she blows the whistle, we've had it.

There must be something we can do.

Pity you're not helpful. - Pardon?

- Eating out of your hand in no time.

Doc, you're supposed to know

about women. - Not this kind.

I can picture your patients

in Harley Street very clearly.

An emotional appeal doesn't work. I

dare say she has a price. - No doubt.

I gave in on the prisoners.

I hope we don't have to pay for that.

As far as the girl goes...

- Let me try again.

There's very little time.

- There's no time, Captain.

For God's sake... Hold it!

Alright, get out!

Two full Panzer divisions.

What the devil are they doing here?

Never mind. My men are ready.

Let's attack!

Fork to the left, the sea and Derna.

Our Tobruk road lies straight ahead.

Suspicious, our standing here, sir.

- Yeah.

Your other German-speaking man?

- Garth. - He rides in the rear.

You come along with me.

Shall I take care of her, sir?

- No, she's in the clearance papers.

You said she's my responsibility.

Well, I've got something.

Too late for that. - I'm a doctor.

She'll be taken care of.

What's the problem?

The Italian lady. Where is she?

- She's there.

Corporal!

She belongs to one of

Mussolini's generals. Understand?

Yes...

We'll take the road to the sea.

- No, that area is off-limits.

You'll continue on to Tobruk.

- We'll camp here. - That's allowed.

Park there.

Park there!

When I suggested we attack the Jerrys

I was venturing a little joke.

Two Panzer divisions...

I don't understand that.

Maybe Rommel's waiting for the right

time. - Rommel waits for nothing.

They might have come from Derna.

No, that's the 11th and 21st Division.

Reps camp! Parts. Repair shop.

- They could do that in the field.

Fuel!

Rommel must have a fuel dump nearby.

Heavily camouflaged.

- Underground? - Where?

A Panzer division without fuel is

scrap. If we could immobilize two...

But it's all... You've got no radio.

No way of communicating...

Communicating?

How you do go on, Doctor.

If I locate the bastards

I'll blow them sky high.

Maximum security installation.

How do we get in?

If you get past the road block

you can ask Rommel.

Doctor...

Ipecac! That would get us through.

We'd give it to some of the boys...

You've gone crazy. - The Germans will

go crazy when they think it's typhus.

You can't fake typhus! - We can

fake it enough to get us through.

I'll get a couple of the lads.

How's our little darlin', then, eh?

You're a devil, Merrihew!

When the war's over, you ought to

go into white slavery. With me.

How do you feel?

- Christ, bleedin' awful!

Good.

I'll take these prisoners to Tobruk.

The Doctor says it's contagious.

They must go to hospital.

We have two prisoners with typhus.

They are very ill.

Yes. He wants to talk to the Doctor.

- He doesn't speak German.

The English Doctor

says it's contagious

and we must go to the hospital.

Hauptmann Schroeder,

ask the doctor to make a smear test.

Test it.

Rommel.

Doctor...

How is the pain?

- Better, General.

Feeling better?

- Yes, thank you.

This is the captured English doctor

with his sick men.

May I translate for you?

Not necessary. Good of you to help.

Do you really believe it's typhus?

We're making tests, but let's hope

it's something less serious.

You are being well-treated?

- Very well.

Despite the circumstances,

I'm particularly pleased to meet you.

You and I share a common hobby.

- Which is? - Philately.

You are a stamp collector? - My South

Pacific collection is almost complete.

I wasn't aware

I was known as a philatelist.

I mentioned it to the Hauptmann

as an irony of war.

I made a joke about it. How the

collector was collected by you.

President Roosevelt

is a famous collector.

I'm sure he would like to collect me.

If time permits,

perhaps we could talk.

I don't often meet a stamp expert.

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